for eighteen months after this affair, but we ended
by being as good friends as ever and were able to
laugh at the whole incident. This annoyed E. as
he used to see us sitting together and talking and
laughing at the Cafe du Dome and the Rotonde.
The other Pole who lived in Modigliani's studio and
the Arab were extremely kind to me, and used to
sit with me in the evenings. I knew that they
thought I had been very stupid about the affair
with E.3 but they were kind and tactful enough never
to mention it at all.
The Russian Ballet was in Paris at the time, and
one evening I was taken out to dinner and after-
wards to a box at the Opera, where they were per-
forming. I was taken by a painter called Charles
Winzer, the man who, before the War, had spent
the evenings in the Rotonde with Frederick Etchells
and myself, inventing silly poems. He was a great
friend of the Princesse Eugenie Murat's and I was
introduced to her. We made friends and she asked
him to bring me to her house. I had never been
to the Opera House before and was much impressed
at the chic of the French women. They were very
much made up, but the only grand and aristocratic
woman that I could see was sitting in a box opposite
to us with some friends, and I asked who she could
be; My friend, Winzer, who knew nearly everyone
there, told me that it was Lady Juliet Duff. I met
her some years afterwards at the Princess Murat's.
During the intervals we went to the promenade and
talked to Diaghilev and the Princess.
In London I had met Andre Gide, One day he